She Continues Watching Cell 3

Amanda suppressed a moan as she felt the pooling pleasures and sensations cascade across her body.

She no longer touched herself, the bottle having taken on a life of its own, and the touches of multiple individuals echoing across her.

Their lusts and desires swirled in a whirlpool with her own, the dominant current and direction among them being set by Amanda's deep dark fantasies as the corruption within her helped create them and push the influence of them across the pool.

Amanda watched the **** of all of this as it ripped through the punk in cell three.

Laura rocked back and forth in torment as the pleasure and desires eroded away at the shores of her stubborn mind that had enabled her to run when the demons came for her gang.

Periodically the rocking would be interrupted by her back spasming into an arch as another orgasm ripped a piece of resistance away.

Laura's hands clenched at her body, groping aggressively and wantonly without any conscious thought as Laura’s brain fumbled to even wonder where this cascade of sensations was coming from.

At one point she rolled onto her stomach and dragged herself to the cell bars. As she clenched them her crotch slammed down as if some phantom had just fucked down into her ass, screams of pleasure echoing up to the desk.

Moans from the other cells answered, soon followed by disturbing distressed screams.

Laura wondered what was going on, or tried to as perverse thought displaced cognition with new ideas and desires.

Laura's lip irresistibly kissed the floor seductively, seeking desperately to express the growing sexual hunger.

Her bra shifted out of place, her nipples feeling the cool floor as she dragged her breasts back and forth imagining the relief a good fuck could give right now.

Amanda smiled wickedly, one foreign word rolling through her pleasure addled mind.

Soon.

Clenching the desk Amanda gazed over the melting glaciers feeding her lake of pleasure, lust, and desire.

Soon. She thought.